She winced as he wrenched the chains apart with pure strength, wishing she could have done something to get them off more gracefully. But Merrick knew his own limits, knew how much he could handle the iron. She nodded slightly, frowning at the blood. If these hunters were using some sort of magic, that blood would be useful for them. There was nothing to be done for it though.
Another wince at those screams. Good fucking God. Bring Fredric if you can but find Issac and get your asses topside. She went through her connections: lists and lists of addresses until she could narrow down Rome. Go here, and she repeated an address for one of many churches, Ask for Father Marconi. One of a handful of clients she'd had in Rome. She couldn't trust Master Bianchi like she did the priest. But the actually getting there, she wasn't sure how they were going to accomplish it. The catacombs were a fucking maze, as far as she understood it.